Heeeeeey just Abby here, finally the third chapter is done. Hopefully so far, our uploads haven't been too sporadic ^^; Yeah, things start to get interesting in this chapter, if they weren't interesting enough already. *waves hands in a mystical way* ooh-wee-ooh-ohh-oooooo Yeah, read it and go ooohhhh and review, because we won't upload the fourth chapter until we get five reviews, adn we know there are enough of you reading it to review. So buck your ideas up and make this worth it for us, m'kay? =D hugs and penguins~

Eva watched Cairo leave and smiled softly, a slight blush becoming evident on her cheeks. That had been the first time Cairo had complimented Eva (besides commenting on her clear complexion upon their first meeting, and even then it had been accompanied with a sneer) in the years they had been partners in crime Eva supposed was what they were, even if the wording "partners in crime" made them sound like The Penguin and Catwoman from Batman. She smirked at the image of her boss in a tuxedo and top hat, with an elongated nose and smoking from a cigarette holder. She quickly dismissed thoughts of herself in a black cat suit though, and turned her attention back to her original plans.

In the years that the two of them had been working together, Eva had learned barely a thing about her boss, besides the fact that she had a bizarre love of pacman that Eva was yet to understand, and Cairo's hair and face never changed. Eva wasn't sure if she trimmed her hair minutely every day, or if she just cut it as soon as it was a centimetre out of place; Eva wasn't sure. All she knew was that it never changed. As for her face... even after goodness knows how many years of extensive work; heart ache; failed experiments and minor triumphs, then today's major triumph, and years of little sleep, perhaps even months on end of no sleep (Cairo never left the lab before or at the same time as Eva; she always stayed late, The Lord only knew until when) and still... not a worry line on her brow or a bag beneath her eye.

Eva decided that it was time to try and find out something about Cairo, this being the first time she'd been on her own in the lab. Sure, it was easy to hack Cairo's computer, and she had done more than once in a similar quest to the one that she was about to embark on, but there was nothing of interest on there. Her work was on there, and pacman had been installed, but other than that, not a hint towards her personatlity. Even her windows media player was empty, the only thi ng to have been run through it was a CD that Eva had given her in an attempt to learn about her music tastes. So she at least listened to it Eva had thought at the time.

Suddenly, a purse caught Miss Lair's eye, just a boring, plain, brown suade purse; a purse that Cairo always had with her. A grin came to Eva's face as she identified it. She slowly walked across to it and stretched out her hand and touched it, half expecting alarms to ring and a cage to conceal her. Cairo was that sort of person. But, no, nothing happened that was odd or crazy; just the deep silence that had surrounded her moments before. Once she was sure that no alarms would ring and a brigade of UNIT workers would spill into the lab, she delved her hand into the brown leather pocket, admiring the stitching, and emptied its contense.

The bag Cairo left contained her wallet, keys to her apartment (an apartment that even Eva couldn't find the location of), her motorbike keys, her pager and a set of keys Eva had never seen before, neither could she identify them, even after much scrutiny.
She put everything back in the bag except for the mysterious set of keys and the pager. Quickly looking through the electronic device and finding nothing of value; Eva put it back in the bag. She then walked to her office, over to her desk, opened a drawer and got out a small device about the shape and size of an iPod touch or iPhone. She placed the keys on the screen and it started to scan them. The device was curiously slow; any other time it would have been a matter of seconds to scan and process information, but this time there was something arguing with it- stopping it from working properly.

Just as the scanner began to work again, the CCTV popped up onto Eva's computer screen. It showed that Cairo was right outside the base. In a few more seconds Cairo would have seen what she had done if she didn't do something fast.

Eva knew she didn't have much time till Cairo entered the base and a sudden panic consumed the usually level headed woman. S he put back the electronic device into her own bag, which was lying on her crowded desk, and then quickly ran over to Cairo's bag. She fumbled with the button clumsily until it finally opened. Breathing a sigh of relief, she put them back in her boss' bag, before closing it with a snap.

Cairo's hair had become a tousled mess, and her cheeks and fingers were red, due to the bitterly cold wind, that was blowing around her. Cursing the cold she fumbled with her key in the lock. Due to her shivering, she dropped the key in the snow. Cursing once more she dropped to her knees, trying to find it in the dark.

"Eva... Eva are you there?" Cairo called for help once she realised that she had managed to lose the keys in the slushy snow. She stood to hammer on the door in an attempt to get Eva to hurry up. Just as she was giving up hope of her co-worker ever coming to help, a curious thing happened. The keys shot up from where they had been previously hidden from sight and stuck to her outstretched hand.

Cairo's eyes widened slightly. I must note this down in my journal, thought Miss Benevolent, as she unlocked the door, hands still shaking slightly. But this time not from the cold, but from the shock of events that had just occurred. She en tered the base, leaving the howling winds behind; all the while staring at her hand.

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